The brown strips of panelling made the room look more like someone’s basement drinking room than a bar. On entering, he’d expected to see a Lazy Boy and a plaid ottoman shoved in the corner— instead, worn out tables were filled with circle fossils as memories of beers gone past. A jukebox sat sentinel-like in the corner, but it must have stopped working, as a ghetto blaster played the local yokel station with a too loud DJ interrupted by ads for tractors and other farm equipment. The radio play...
Published on October 10, 2021 08:06